Chapter 471： Undercurrent surge

"Yeah, I know it sounds stupid," Hermione sighed. "But my mother asks me to send at least two letters back every month. It is difficult for me to formulate an appropriate reason. This is not yours. Homework for divination class"

"Why didn't I know this? You never borrowed Harry's Hedwig or my little pig." Ron asked.

"Because I used the school's public owl, don't interrupt!" Hermione stopped at the entrance of the lounge. "Well, you know, the two of us are not as famous as Harry's little finger. I can easily do it. I found the newsletter that only mentioned Harry's name and sent it back home."

There was a sudden embarrassment on Harry's face.

Ron glared at her and said grimly: "Thank you for reminding me, your analogy is great."

"The problem is, I don't know what to do now." Hermione said helplessly. "Maybe I can apply for cancellation to Professor McGonagall."

"Don't!" Harry said hurriedly, "You better tell them the truth, I think they must not want to miss this important moment."

Ron also agreed with Harry. "Think about it, if next year they learn all this from the clerk at Lihen Bookstore, their daughter participated in a dangerous event with a very high mortality rate... They will definitely chase you to the end of the world, or at least send A roaring letter."

"Oh, they won't." Hermione said lightly. "They threaten me at best not to help me straighten my teeth."

In the portrait at the door, Violet, who came as a guest, bit her ear at the fat lady, "Do the Gryffindors always talk like that?"

"I'm just a portrait." The fat lady said with a shrug.

"Banana fried dough." Hermione's face flushed slightly. "The command is banana fried dough."

"My favorite." The fat lady said with a smile, and the portrait moved away in front of them. When they walked in, they could still hear the fat lady talking to her good friend, "Gryffindor students are very good. Except for a little bit of no one else..."

After they entered the lounge, Ron said dissatisfied, "Is she talking about herself? You should really ask how she sings the opera without anyone else. Well, it's better not to ask her and write me into the opera. ."

Harry couldn't help laughing. Ron had sneaked into classroom No. 7 to try to obtain an invitation card to prepare for the warrior. This incident was written into her new song by the fat lady.

Afterwards, Fred and George commented on the song. They agreed that the fat lady had the problem of literati exaggerating facts. If the protagonist is not their younger brother, they thought it was the adventures of King Arthur in his youth.

Sitting on the chair, Hermione flipped through the textbook, but she couldn't write a word. Before turning off the lights, she finally made a decision, "You are right, I will write to home tomorrow."

...

Felix flipped through the new day's newspaper, and today's front page headline was "Trouble-ridden! The Minister of Magic in the whirlpool of public opinion."

"Since the current Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge broke the bribery scandal at the beginning of the month, he has been in a whirlpool of public opinion. Fudge's dealings with multiple pure-blood families is already an open secret. He has shown off more than once. The personal friendships of those ancient families use their intricate networks and influence to stabilize their power.

Fudge reiterated many times that he did not use power for personal gain.

‘I did receive some generous donations and they were used for a good cause! I can show evidence, you don’t know how much energy I put into the Quidditch World Cup and the competition! ’

But when the reporter asked about the contributions of Barty Crouch, the former director of the International Magic Cooperation Department, and Mr. Ludo Bagman, the director of the Sports Department, and what he did, Minister Fudge avoided it. Don't talk about it.

Five months after the appearance of the Dark Mark, the Ministry of Magic did not produce much convincing evidence except for filling up the wanted warrant of a dead person in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade. We have a question, is our minister really fit to stay in that position? Is his ability half what he boasted?

The reporter interviewed several people immediately, and their opinions seemed to represent a certain trend.

The editor-in-chief of "Different", Xenophylius Lovegood, declared that our minister has a secret army composed entirely of Heliopa. It is said that they are a kind of flame elves. . This army will play an important role at critical moments, and of course it does not rule out secretly solving competitors;

Professor Gusrda Macchiban, director of the Wizarding Examinations Authority, said that Fudge’s first few years in office was like Dumbledore’s tail, ‘of course, after his power was stabilized, he fell completely to the pure-blood family. ’

Tiberus Ogden, the veteran of Wisengamo, did not think highly of Cornelius Fudge. He prefers to call it ‘Lucky Fudge’ because the person who had the highest voice to take over as Minister of Magic suddenly broke the scandal that his family was a Death Eater. But if combined with the testimony of Mr. Lovegood, maybe Fudge has more than one secret army.

In addition, the imprisonment of the former director of the International Magic Cooperation Department also appeared to be extremely suspicious. The reporter found that he was sentenced to life imprisonment initially. No one knows whether this was a blow from a political opponent. Crouch, and changed the sentence to three years, for the crime of using power for personal gain and abusing public power. "

...

"Nonsense!" Fudge said furiously in the office. He gritted his teeth and said the name on it: "Lovegood, Macchiban, and Ogden, very good..."

"Minister," Umbridge said in a deadly tone, squinting his saggy eyes: "These clowns' words can't shake your position at all. They have no evidence!" She smiled and said, "On the contrary, you can hold them accountable. Responsibility."

"What can I do? The mouth is on them" Fudge looked hesitant.

"Isn't it easy to find faults, especially Macchiban and Ogden, they both work at the Ministry of Magic, as long as we are a little bit" Umbridge suddenly shut up, and his broad, toad-like face turned to the door. Say in a soft voice: "Yaxley? You seem to be a different person when you came back from vacation. You should knock on the door first."

"Sorry, Minister." Yaxley said, without any apologetic expressions on his face. "I was anxious to send a document, which is the list of guards for the third event of the tournament. Scrimgeour and Ms. Bones have signed. , I’m going to miss you.” He slowly walked forward and put the papers in his hands on the table, looking at the silent two people from the corner of his eyes.

He slowly retracted his arm, stood up straight and said, "You know, I happened to hear your conversation."

Fudge's eyes widened.

"I'm yours, Minister." Yaxley said soothingly at once.

"Are you my person?" Fudge repeated, staring at the opposite side with a probing gaze, and while taking out a quill pen to sign the document without looking at it. "Dolores makes some sense. You seem to be a different person. You don't usually say that."

Yaxley shrugged. "The situation is different, Minister. I stood neutral before, but... I thought a lot during the two days off. I think it's time to make a choice."

"You are because of Felix Hayp"

"Not only, Minister," Yaxley said, "it's not just because of him. This is not a personal grievance, but a confrontation between pure blood and non-pure blood of two different camps. I smell the breath before the decisive battle, and Haipu is acting. The role of a fierce pawn, if we do nothing, maybe we will disappear in a few decades." He became particularly talkative today, "As one of the 28 pure-blood families, although the Yaxley family has declined, But the foundation of pure blood has never been wealth, but an ancient magical contract passed down...To this day, the Yaxley family receives a dividend every year. Although the number is small, I can use this contract to enter any A gate to a pure-blooded family."

"Wait! Gringotts should be counted as one?" Fudge said slowly, "I have read some information. At that time, when we fought the fairies the most, both sides suffered heavy losses. Some families contributed to peace talks, and the fairies also Gained a special status."

Yaxley smiled without speaking.

"Which families are you standing behind?" Fudge said, he suddenly became interested. Because of the previous revelations, one-third of the families closely related to him had left him and lost the support of these people. He was insecure. The feeling reached its culmination.

"It's not important." Yaxley said mysteriously, but now Fudge didn't dare to underestimate him. Fudge flashed the names of families, especially those with the most intense attitudes towards Muggles, even though They suffered heavy losses in the last war, but together they are also a powerful force.

"Who is your goal?" Fudge asked.

Yaxley's expression was a little surprised. "Come on," Fudge said impatiently, "don't say you have no conditions."

Yaxley smiled.

"Dear Minister Fudge, have you ever played wizard chess?" He said softly, "The most annoying **** on the chessboard is the **** that touches the opponent's bottom line. It will rise to a knight, a bishop, a castle, and even... a rampage queen. ."

"No!" Fudge exclaimed. "You don't know how aggressive he is, and Dumbledore will definitely protect him."

"Then use the most legitimate reason," Yaxley said, and he looked at Fudge, "Minister, don't forget, you represent the order of the British magical world. As long as the reason is sufficient, even Dumbledore will do it. For your use."

"Justified." Fudge thoughtfully, handing him the signed document.

...

"We still have to find a good reason to oust Fudge." Felix sighed and put away the newspaper. He knew very well that what he had done before could only be disgusting at Fudge, which made his public evaluation even lower, and at the same time the "Future World" company could also take the opportunity to get rid of trouble.

But if you want Fudge to fall in a short time, unless Voldemort is standing at the entrance of the magic department and throwing a party. Or he kills the door.

If this happened, Dumbledore was definitely the first to refuse. Everything he has now will be in vain. The professorship, Merlin Medal, Wisengama membership, the ‘Future World’ company, and the people he knows...

"Is there any way to do it once and for all?" Felix pondered. He and Fudge's ideas were surprisingly consistent, and they were afraid that they would be harmed by the tiger.

At this time, a knock on the door sounded. "Come in," Felix said, the door opened, and a furry head poked out.

"Hi, Professor," Hermione flashed in.

"Do you want to borrow Mr. Nick Lemay's information about the time converter?" After hearing Hermione's explanation, Felix asked with interest, "Why?"

"Oh, uh" Hermione looked at him hesitantly.

Felix smiled and let a few plates of fruit preserves fly out of the cabinet in the distance and land on the small table, "Have you made a reason?"

Hermione sat down on the sofa very discouraged.

"That's right, the broken time converter that Warren gave me as a Christmas gift, maybe...probably... it might be fixed, I want to try it."

Felix looked at her in surprise.

"So, did you find time energy?"

"Time energy? What's that?" Hermione's eyes widened, and her heart was very excited. Sure enough, every time she came to teach here, she would have a new harvest, and she heard a new vocabulary.

"I named it myself," Felix said. "Well, to be precise, I was inspired by Mr. Nick Lemay's notes." He recited:

"There is a unique energy in the time converter, which is hidden in every gravel in the hourglass. They are the most sophisticated container in themselves. This is the conclusion drawn by'I' after repeated disassembly and attempts to repair. Unfortunately. Yes, I have no way to verify. Maybe there will be an answer to the question in the Department of Mysteries of the British Ministry of Magic..."

"Wait! The Department of Magical Affairs?" Hermione said in surprise. "I've heard the name. In...in the Quidditch World Cup camp, Mr. Weasley mentioned the silent people who worked there."

Felix nodded approvingly.

"So the time energy is hidden in the Department of Mysteries?" Hermione asked.

"I'm not sure, Miss Granger." Felix said, "The Department of Mysteries is the most mysterious department in the entire Ministry of Magic. Mr. Nick Lemay has spent a lot of time searching for time, perhaps longer than a normal person's life. The secret. But he lacks the most crucial thing, and that is time itself."

Hermione felt like she was surrounded by a solemn atmosphere, and her voice couldn't help but soften, "I tried time travel many times, in the third grade."

"The longest retrospective time that will not cause serious damage to travelers and time itself is five hours, and a curse called the'hour reversal curse' is required. This is information obtained by Mr. Nick Lemay, but Both him and myself are seriously suspicious of this statement, because it means a stable technology for manufacturing time converters. And a lot of facts have proved that the total number of time converters is decreasing..."

"Then why are they still"

"Send to students?" Felix asked with a smile.

Hermione nodded slightly.

"I guess it's not very useful, and they also need the data from the students to use the time converter for the minimum research." He stood up, walked into the back room, and got out of it after a while. Felix held a magical manuscript in his hand, "These are some cases that Nick collected. If you want to change the time, you will get a backlash. Once the energy that protects you disappears, the result is often not wonderful."

"Heloise Mintab used the time converter in her time to go back five centuries ago, and a serious mistake occurred in the middle. It was not until the energy in the converter was exhausted that time was ejected. Her body suffered He died in Saint Mungo not long after suffering serious damage. This was not the first experiment conducted by the Ministry of Magic, but it was the last. Since then, related experiments have been terminated."

"She is from the Ministry of Magic?" Hermione asked sharply.

"The silent person, I guess so." Felix said, "In addition to the impact on herself, the time disorder has also spread to the outside world. She has seriously changed the trajectory of some people's lives let them She became someone who was never born. And in the next few days after she was ejected, the first Tuesday lasted for two and a half days, and Thursday was only four hours... The Ministry of Magic had to use a never before in history. The existence of asteroids deceived the world and paid a huge price for it."

Hermione's expression was astonished. "I read from the book that a rare celestial phenomenon occurred at the end of the nineteenth century, which not only caused the extreme day and the subsequent heavy rain, but also caused a large number of people to have a brief sense of time and equipment failure..."

Felix shrugged, "Fortunately, the technology was not developed in that era, and the rain was continuous... I suspect that the rain was caused by the Ministry of Magic."

Hermione felt that some of her ideas had been subverted.

"So why do you think you have the possibility of fixing the time converter?"

"Harry has an hourglass obtained from Warren, from the altar of the despicable Helbo Horcrux..."

"Wallen?"

At this moment, Warren came out of the bedroom and heard someone calling it, and couldn't help but raised his head in confusion, "Haw?"